I watch as Melinda gets into the ugliest car I’ve ever seen in my life. With all the money she stole from me you would think the least she would do is drive something decent. That is her problem though, she is short-sighted. She never sees the bigger picture. To this day she still believes her father was broke, and I saved him. She has no idea his money was what I needed to stay solvent. It’s also the reason Melinda must die in Kentucky. I am getting married soon and my new intended comes complete with political reach and bank accounts that will do quite nicely. It’s a good thing too, because the woman is so horribly homely. Of course that’s good in one way. I can do anything I want with her and she’s just thankful.
I watch until Melinda pulls out of the compound, and then I turn off the screen. Donald had men splice into the camera feed at the compound so I can monitor things. Melinda, who apparently now prefers to be called Dani, is much too stupid to realize that Donald will be tailing her every move. Too bad time is short, if not I would let her run for a day. It’d be so fun to let her think she got away, only to watch the hope drain from her eyes when she realizes she hasn’t.
I pick up a discarded manila folder Donald handed me earlier. In it are all the bios of the members of the Savage Brother’s MC as well as their allies and women. I thumb through it till I find a picture of Melinda—now apparently known as Dani Smith. Not much in there other than her best friend Nicole Wentworth. She grew up in the small town of Blade, Kentucky apparently. Ironic since I shall kill her with a blade. She strips for a living and has a lousy credit rating. It’s such a far cry from the person she was born as, the person I married…I could almost applaud at how deep she went undercover. She’s wasted too much of my time though. I need to wrap this up and head back to New York and pretend to be the happy, doting fiancé of one Miss Rebecca Barters, heir to Barters Industries and Holdings, which includes the billion dollar coffee product shipped straight out of Columbia. I have plans for that business.
I pick up Melinda’s picture and frown. She really is quite beautiful. I must ruin that before I am finished with her too. I pick up a letter opener off the small console in front of my seat. I use it to stab the picture and pin it to the seat beside me. The sharp file stabs through the picture and coincidentally right between the eyes of Melinda’s likeness.
I pick up my cell with a cold smile, already anticipating my revenge.
“Donald, intercept my runaway wife before she can leave the city. Bring her to the building we’ve purchased. I shall deal with her further from there.”
“Excellent. I shall see you soon. I’m about to board my plane.”
I hang up my cell, sticking it in my pocket and slide out of my limo, leaving Melinda’s picture behind me. This will be the last time I chase after that fucking bitch. In fact this will be the last time anyone chases after her.
That thought cheers me as I board my private jet headed for some Podunk town in Kentucky.
Chapter 34
Crusher
I’ve torn the place apart looking for Dani. She’s gone. My heart hurts and I’m running around like a crazy man. I’ve asked everyone I can find if they’ve seen her. It’s driving me crazy. I know she’s not been real popular at the club, but Jesus Christ! We’ve just been fired at in our own territory! We’re on lockdown here! I’m pissed, no I’m beyond fucking pissed.
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know where she is?” I growl as Bull delivers the news.
“Just that. I brought her home, she said she was tired and was going to lay down. So, I let her.”
“Jesus you didn’t think watching over the women meant you needed to put guards at the fucking doors? Or hell, the gate itself?”
“You know what, Crush? If you got a problem I guess you should take it up with Freak, since he’s the one Dragon put in charge of security and shit.”
“Fuck you. Dragon told you to take care of the women.”
“And I did, I brought them to the fucking compound and that’s where the security comes into place. I’m fucking tired of you and the other brothers coming to me when shit hits the fan, like I have a damned thing to do with it. I haven’t been in control of security or knowing what the fuck is going on here, since my accident.”
“You’re the fucking Enforcer here! You know to watch over the women!”
Bull stands up and leans in on me and gives me a hateful look, “I did what I fucking was told to do. I told the women to stay in until you guys got back. It’s not my fault you can’t keep the pussy you’re banging in line. It’s also not my fault if there weren’t guards posted out front, or at the door because, and this is the last fucking time I’m saying it, I wasn’t the one told to do that fucking shit. So I’m sitting here watching a woman I care about and women who actually listen when I tell them do something. You got a problem take it up with Dragon, or that fucking cunt you’re sticking your dick in every night, or better yet, why don’t you take it up with Freak, since you and him seem to be able to keep shit to yourselves! So what if it puts the rest of us in danger!”